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luhh dyl - sign nda's lyrics

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[intro: luhh dyl]
i can’t even move, this chain on me and sh+t
my coffee in here
uh+huh
uh+huh
yeah
let the beat ride like that, uh+huh
slow down (uh+huh, uh+huh, go get it)

[chorus: luhh dyl]
we got so many ‘bows in this b+tch, you would think it’s a farm
chain cost a leg and an arm
be puttin’ that sh+t on daily, i don’t think hard
get smacked up for thinkin’ he hard
if n+ggas ain’t gang, i’m makin’ ’em stay far away, can’t have n+ggas thinkin’ they ours
they wanna come in, we make hoes sign ndas, they know that they dealin’ with stars
it’s a party, i brought all thot hoes
n+ggas talkin’ ’bout glocks, we got those
white b+tch bringin’ the nachos
rap sh+t easy, i swear it’s like makin’ a taco (slow down)

[verse 1: luhh dyl & lil darius]
spin the whole block ’til the block gone
snow first like i threw icyhot on
they puttin’ my name in the hot zone
i can name instagram hoes that i f+cked ‘fore i got on (come on, i am not lyin’)
we be outside (uh+huh)
you ain’t gon’ slide? n+gga, step aside (uh+huh)
you ain’t gon’ ride? n+gga, catch a ride
up the rod, make him pick his side, we k!ll him if he can’t decide (yeah)
[verse 2: lil darius]
i been gettin’ money since baby boy, i feel like tyrese gibson
forever player, b+tch half kardashian, but i still be pimpin’
my youngins turnt, they comin’ trim, but they know i come the trimmest
i don’t f+ck with trish, i’m sippin’ wock’, sh+t got me walkin’ flimsy
diamonds dancin’, sh+t be hip shakin’ like it come from philly
i almost f+cked a fan, on the real, lil’ b+tch done tried to rizz me
n+gga drop a diss, i drop a ten, my lil’ bro go and spin it
d+mn, i’m surprised my n+gga ain’t f+ckin’ dizzy
could’ve been on druski how that n+gga stand on f+ckin’ business
twenty bad b+tches in the bnb, just me and dyl
my car ain’t cryin’, but the whip i’m ridin’ redeye for real
i been lit, i wasn’t nothin’ but seventeen, like josh, i was payin’ bills
glock 19, it hold a thirty+two, call it baby o’neal
i’m havin’ motion, pockets look obese, my sh+t on uncle phil

[chorus: luhh dyl]
we got so many ‘bows in this b+tch, you would think it’s a farm
chain cost a leg and an arm
be puttin’ that sh+t on daily, i don’t think hard
get smacked up for thinkin’ he hard
if n+ggas ain’t gang, i’m makin’ ’em stay far away, can’t have n+ggas thinkin’ they ours
they wanna come in, we make hoes sign ndas, they know that they dealin’ with stars
it’s a party, i brought all thot hoes
n+ggas talkin’ ’bout glocks, we got those
white b+tch bringin’ the nachos
rap sh+t easy, i swear it’s like makin’ a taco
[outro: luhh dyl]
it’s a party, i brought all thot hoes
n+ggas talkin’ ’bout glocks, we got those
white b+tch bringin’ the nachos
rap sh+t easy, i swear it’s like makin’ a taco



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